Today was the Sunday my skirt caught on fire. Roving Reporter might have mentioned this is how Sunday school teachers burn out. It happened like this: a student got overly excited about lighting his candle during "joys and concerns" and held his candle upside down. He burned his hand. I got overly excited about his burned hand and quickly volunteered to light another match. I struck the match so hard, that it broke in half and the flaming end landed on my skirt. It blazed momentarily and then I brushed it to the floor, apparently not caring if the room went up, as long as I could save the skirt, which I did. What do you say to your students after you have been on fire? I believe I said "Holy cow" and then giggled for an inappropriate amount of time. My sister and I have the longstanding affliction of laughing when a grimace or stoic silence is really the way to go. The most egregious example of this behavior was at my mom's third wedding. We were sitting in the front row at church and both of us started laughing and could not stop for the entire wedding. We grabbed some hymnals and buried our faces into them, but the damage was done. It might have even contributed to the ultimate demise of that union, I can't say for sure.
So, setting myself on fire (just a wee bit, really) and then laughing hysterically was really just a trip down memory lane. I take comfort in the fact that God does watch out for all that is holey:)